Gods Of Destruction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He loves the place as well. Tagaytay has an average humidity of 78%, making the city cooler than Metro Manila. It is not yet congested and it has a better view indeed. Seeing Kristina in deep sleep, Luther plays his song for her on his car MP5 player.... Born for You by David Pomeranz... "Too many billion people running around the planet What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me Tell me what is this sweet sensation It's a miracle that happened Though I search for an explanation

“Over time there were fewer gods and goddesses, and just their children remained, their bloodlines diluted by whichever species they had bred with. In the stories, the gods and goddesses could communicate with those of their bloodlines, and through them continued to rule in one way or another, and so their enemies would seek to destroy every member of a bloodline in order to lock that god or goddess into their non-corporeal realm, unable to communicate with this one.” “Some were harder to destroy than others,” he continued. “The gods and goddesses of the water and their heirs were most successful in survival. When it became apparent that on land there were some gods and goddesses determined

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

Archived in the Living Library, Floor 3 💀 The Shattering of the Pantheon 1,000 years ago, the world was ruled not by kings, but by gods. Thirteen of them reigned, each governing one of the primal forces of creation: flame, time, mind, death, shadow, storm, and more. They were not merciful. They were not kind. They demanded worship, sacrifice, and obedience. Empires rose and fell by divine whim. Mortals lived in fear of the gods' cruelty disguised as justice. Until one of their own turned against them. Known only as the Godkiller, they were not born divine, but rose from mortal blood, wielding an unnatural power capable of severing divine essence from existence itself. It's said their blade

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

“And what if it’s both?” No one had an answer. The wind whipped the courtyard. The ruined cross overhead creaked, ready to fall. And somewhere in the shadows, a laugh drifted. Camilla’s. She had followed them. Catalina froze, clutching Gabriel tighter. Lucien rose to his full height, gun snapping into his grip. “Come out,” he hissed. The laugh echoed again, from everywhere and nowhere. “You can climb as high as you like,” Camilla’s voice whispered, “but you are still in the House of Shaken Gods. And He does not let His children leave so easily.”

Then he hauled himself up beside her, both of them collapsing onto the narrow shard, breathing hard. Their relief lasted only for two seconds. Tiny cracks began to crawl on the stone beneath them. Above, the First Maker’s voice rolled across the tearing sky. “The collapse increases. Deley is no longer possible.” The god turned sharply. “Then end it now!” A massive column of light slammed toward the floating bridge fragments, setting everything it touched in flames. Aria stared upward in horror. “He’s destroying it all.” “Yes,” Dax said grimly. “And we’re standing on one.”

Edward/Dagon shouted from above. Richard/Amon screamed a challenge at the Elemental Gods. Suddenly, vines sprang up and grabbed onto his arms. Richard/ Amon burnt them off, but four more appeared and grabbed onto his body. Every time he got free, double the vines appeared. They were dragging him down to the ground. Thick ones covering his body, stopping from even wiggling. Ice was starting to cover the vines, making it even more difficult to move or burn them off. “How dare you!” Amon/Richard screamed, “I am a direct descendent of the Demon of Destruction !” “Oh,” said Nerida amused, “That would be impressive, except that we are the Gods of Creation. We banished your Father to the abyss. You

H𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜! 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑣� ��𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦.

) "Elegance. The thought that beautiful things can destroy anything. In this case, your Definition or Universal Constant itself. BREAKDOWN!" Izanami: "I-I'm not alone! There will be more that come after me!!! THE "GODS" WILL REIGN SUPREME AGAIN!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" (She screams, burning away as Xanne uses Elegance on the portal; closing it for good.)